Long Stereotype Poems

Dear people, 
    (Am i?) Mad it’s a conformist state?
A status that perpetuates people to pair, to compare, to prepare, 
to perfect, before performance, …?
    -sure hard to try...

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It's You, Not Me 

*this poem can be offensive and has naughty words*

It's all my fault
I put a gentle halt
I'm cold in my skin
You are warm with anger, disappointment and sadness from deep within

It's me,...

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*** Classified Ad — “Position Wanted” ***

  ((The following is from ad details written on the ad draft form submitted by the ad’s purchaser, who, while here was briefly helped by clerk ES Slinger,...

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Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the tree-lined rich suburban variety,
arms folded across their angry 
relentless middle-class...

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March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding hand of the supposed/purported
fairer gender, yet human race, yet hide
bound...

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Liberal in restoring Love,
Conservatively against retributive Anger and Fear

The L word,
like the N word,
Labels no one with healthy political aspirations would want,
no conservative fellow-conservationist of monoculturing privilege
that we would want to rabidly become
liberally uneducated
and slavishly...

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TIME WILL TELL

A modest planet and quietly progressing
Troubling no other and fealty confessing
 Surviving well enough and paying its dues;
 Quiet corner of the galaxy. No foreseen surprise to bemuse

The ruling committee were in contented...

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I have heard it said,
Love your neighbor as yourself.

I listen with you
to how our neighbors become part of us
and not,
and how this feels healthy
and not
for you
and my potentially co-empathic neighbors.

I have heard it said,
Better dead...

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Love not a writer because most
People thought writers are adorable,
Writers have no perfect heart as you see them.
Their hearts are afraid of rejection and always hide in their shells whenever they are discriminated in the...

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Love not a writer because most
People thought writers are adorable,
Writers have no perfect heart as you see them.
Their hearts are afraid of rejection and always hide in their shells whenever they are discriminated in the...

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I know we just met, 
but I can’t forget our first kiss on top of the table mountain,
and the second next to that Corner where boys play soccer in a dusted clouds road barefooted ...

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I’ve noticed the popular opinion-
Aided, of course, by all forms of media
From novelizations to song lyrics-
That high school boys
Are cuter, smarter, and nicer.
Now, I’ll be the very first to admit
That they get significantly
More physically appealing.
And...

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A Determined Devil -

As I lay another cedar beam plumb for our home
smoke plumes, serpentine and sulphuric, interrupts the sunshine,
I look below the ridge, Eve standing silent
with weapon in hand,
a woman so grand,
panic has no...

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She sits on the bathroom floor 
Hiding behind a tightly closed door 
Afraid that prying eyes will see 
What society has forced her to be 

With fingers pushed halfway down her throat 
On the remains...

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(Part Two, Continued)

The better choice of the two, I believe is clear enough even for the ignorant.

Everyday a new adventure in human psychology, pain, and suffering.
allowed the privilege to interact with an endless array of...

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A pair of monolid eyes, and I’m academically enlightened.
As if I’m some talented prodigy on his way to an Ivy League.
Able to quickly solve problems without ever breaking a sweat.
Absolutely - perfect - in every...

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Being in the mind of a savage.

All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and...

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You think you're Godzilla 
but you're just a Gorilla,
that's what happens when you've got gonorrhea,
my skin colours vanilla
my skills are killa and real
you're run of the mill, a fail
can't you tell you didn't do well,
that...

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the very moment i search for you lord, all my pain starts to dissipate,
the hunger i have comes back in full throttle, and so i start again on a clean slate,
i guess we all go...

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The Color of Oppression

They trespassed into the motherland bearing nothing but unknown gifts to our small minded leaders
Bartered with them for valuables far exceeding what they could offer in exchange
They drew on masks to conceal...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a...

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the face on show reveals an issue
I see you looking I see I pissed you
pick your choosing which insult to use
insight you're amusing I see through you
think you've found my insecurity
stand assuredly sure of me
but...

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Dear boy:

Do not enslave your thoughts to the ashes of Eden,
Do not build your hope upon the tight pocket of mental women learning to wipe out their sweat against the wall of your voicelessness and...

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Defining a Man ( A Letter to my Daughter )

What is a man in these modern day attitudes and parlances of our times
harder now, I think to define a man than maybe it was
but then...

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